Noigal's Carnival

Mordheim, once a bustling city of grandeur, now lies in ruin—a scarred canvas upon which the grotesque and the damned dance. Among the shattered cobblestones and crumbling spires, a macabre carnival has emerged—a troupe of chaotic entertainers who weave their dark magic under the guise of merriment.

Noigul, the Carnival Master

Noigul, clad in a crimson coat that billows like blood-soaked silk, strides through the twisted alleys. His black top hat casts a shadow over his eyes, concealing secrets older than the comet’s impact. To the unsuspecting crowd, he is a maestro of revelry, orchestrating laughter and gasps. But behind the painted mask, Noigul harbors an insatiable hunger—an ambition that transcends mere performance.

The Undisclosed Purpose

The Carnival of Chaos dances on the precipice of revelation. Beneath the tattered tents, they enact a grand charade—a performance that masks their true intent. What secrets lie within their painted wagons? What forbidden rituals unfold when the moon hangs low?

Perhaps the carnival’s arrival in Mordheim was no accident. Perhaps it was orchestrated by unseen hands—the warp-twisted threads of fate converging. The city’s desperate souls gather, drawn by curiosity and desperation. They cheer, they weep, and they unknowingly play their part in a grander drama—one that will reshape Mordheim forever.

So, dear gaming group, step into the shadowed ring. Witness the Carnival of Chaos—their laughter, their curses, their enigmatic purpose. For when the final curtain falls, the truth will emerge—a truth that may damn or redeem them all.

May your dice roll in favor of fate, and may Noigul’s crimson coat hide more than it reveals.